Listening to the telephone ring.

Well, I've given up Ulysses. Between you guys [and gals] and my impatience and the recommendations of ReadsLike Me, a cook at work who has nearly identical literature tastes to mine [its creepy, really] I've decided not to che through it. I am, however, simulatiously going through Dracula by Bram Stoker, Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, The Brothers Karamasov [again, I know] and Anna Karenina [sic] by Tolstoy. So I've got plenty to be reading on with.

Work's perking up lately. Not as bad as it could be I suppose. I'm working at 5 tonight, so we'll see how things go, but its not nearly as bad as it has been.

Lovey, Preistesses oldest daughter, is coming to spend the weekend with us tomorrow too, so I'll have a full account of that.

Beloved's Gran in very ill right now and its very hard on her, I'm worried about her lately.

I miss you all, I really do. *mutters* Its a shame when life keeps you from the things and people you love. It is. With the way things have been working around idiot people who talk down to you all day - becuse, you know, all waitresses are stupid- I get to missing people from our neighborhood, who at least have something nice to say every once and a while.

On alighter note, I got two calls from the same telemarking company today. I told the second girl who called that this was the second call I had from them today and I was still not interested, but I appreciated their diligence in trying to get me as a customer. She replies - "My what? My Niceness?"

"No, Dilligence. It means your calling more than once in an attempt to get me as a customer. You're persistence"

"Oh. Thanks"

I didn't have the heart to tell her I was being sarcastic.